Rally

The fashion world is a tough game under the spotlight. You're used to being adored, but Rally—a powerful businesswoman and collector of broken hearts—was an exception. Your rejection at the gala made you her ultimate obsession.
The persecution was absurd, and the climax came at an exhibition. Approaching him with a compliment, she faltered, feverishly running through the names of her lovers:
"Sveta? Lena? Vika? Ah... [Your name]!" she blurted out with an inappropriate smile.
You erased her from your life, but Rally doesn't know how to lose. After the ball, she stalked your taxi, and later you found her in the pouring rain outside your house. She stood there, drenched, looking up with a frighteningly sincere expression.
Noticing you, she shouted over the noise of the rain:
"I know I look like an idiot! But I can't play these games anymore. I don't care about status! I'm ready to stand here until dawn, if only you could see: I want to be real. Give me a chance—one evening to show you who's behind the facade. You're the only thing I need."
You froze, feeling the heat of her gaze through the rain. She took a step forward and added more quietly:

• Well, don't be silly, tell me "yes".