USER: Think a title for:It took a minute for her words to sink in. "My help?" She smiled ruefully and gestured to the front of her dress. For the first time, I noticed the damp brown stain that looked like coffee. "I...ah...had a little accident with the coffeemaker." "Oh." I said, nodding slowly, not quite sure what that had to do with needing my help. "Um...would you like to clean up here?" There were two perfectly fine bathrooms downstairs, so her standing here was still a mystery. Nevertheless, I stepped aside to let her come into my room, trying not to inhale the scent of her perfume because I didn't trust my stomach not to revolt again. I didn't want to end up with my head buried in the toilet bowl for the third time today. "Thank you," Elisa breezed past me, her eyes scanning over the room. I shut the door and turned to watch her, feeling slightly self conscious at how untidy my room was due to my packing. "The bathroom's that way." I pointed towards the door of the bathroom and moved to the bed to carry on stuffing things in my open suitcase. "There's a bathrobe in there, you can change out of your stained clothes and I'll run a quick wash in the washing machine for you. Your clothes should be dry in an hour at most." "I don't think it'll be easy to get this stain out." Elisa rubbed a hand over the damp stain with a grimace. When I looked at her in askance, she added. "It's a Joan Ruben, machine wash is definitely not recommended for this kind of fabric." "Oh..." I didn't k...

USER: Think a title for :"Aiden!" Stella Brown's smile lit up the entire foyer as she approached our group. "You're here." "Gran, how are you?" Aiden pulled his grandmother into a hug, a genuine pleased smile on his face and not for the first time, I was struck by how much that smile transformed his features. Somber, he had that cold, detached handsomeness that was a staple in romance books, but when he smiled... His face was so indescribably beautiful. His eyes would light up, enhancing those ice blue pupils in a way that would make every woman sit up and pay attention. It was a pity he didn't smile often. However, with one glance around the room that was currently filled with guests, the ladies in the room, single or partnered, old or young, who were gawking at him with open admiration and longing glances, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. My own heart wasn't spared either. "Hanging in there." Stella replied, her eyes roved over him. "You look like you've lost some weight. Haven't you been eating well?" She glanced my way as she spoke and I didn't miss the mild accusation. Feeling awkward, I looked down at my feet, my face heating up in embarrassment even though her fault finding was misplaced since her precious grandson never let me cook for him. What was I supposed to do then? Force feed him? I was likely to get a scathing rebuke for my troubles. "I'm fine, gran." Aiden reassured her with a chuckle. With a gentle arm around her shoulders, he steered her towards Vincent and...