conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Director, Special, Education with the genre: Parenting & Relationships, Special Needs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Stars in Her Eyes'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Stars in Her Eyes
  Everyone laughed, except Emily. The greenish glow she'd seen through her porthole remained on her mind. Stroking the Minoan necklace lightly with her fingertips, she said thoughtfully, "I saw many exotic things in my travels with Sir Harold—things that tested one's imagination to the very limits and, at times, beyond. In past centuries, strange lights in the sky were thought to be 'angelic messengers.' In our enlightened times, we call them 'airships' or 'dirigibles.' Whatever the name, something is out there. In my opinion, life comes in far more shapes than we know. It would be folly to assume that we represent the only beings among the myriad stars twinkling in the boundless heavens."
  Moments after the captain rushed out, a blaring alarm sounded throughout the ship. The blast was so loud it was heard three miles straight up.
  But the Starwanderer already knew what was happening below. Thrusting to full power, he covered the distance separating him from the sea faster than light could travel.
  The sudden shift jolted her out of her chair. She clutched the table to keep from sliding beneath it. In the process, she took a sharp blow to her head from a tumbling teapot. The whole world seemed to be turning upside down. Where was the calm of moments ago? Where was the pleasure of charming dinner conversation and light flirtation with a handsome man?
  Dazed, Emily glanced up when she felt someone grip her arm. She found herself staring into Jonathan's eyes—wonderfully blue eyes, but without their usual sparkle. They seemed clouded now, troubled, matching the look of alarm on his handsome face.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Still sniffling, Heatherbee shuffled through the stack of papers until she found the one Emily had requested.
  Heatherbee gave the man, who was now smiling as he sipped his tea, an appraising glance. "Well, if you're sure, Miss Emily. I'll be going then."
  Once Heatherbee was gone, Emily let out a huge sigh of relief and looked at Jonathan. Her head was spinning. Taking her Starwanderer to Bryantown was a stroke of genius. But what would she do with him in the meantime? He certainly couldn't attend her uncle's party. Imagine! The president of the United States and an ambassador from another planet together under her uncle's roof.
  The Starwanderer looked straight into her eyes, his face stern and determined. He'd been reading her thoughts again, she could tell. "I am going to your uncle's party with you, Emily. I'll not have you out of my sight until my mission is completed."
  As she glared at him, she saw his frown stretch into a devilishly wicked grin. Suddenly, his eyes glowed green, and she saw the twin shafts of light start toward her from his gleaming pupils.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Years later, even as Julianna prepares to wed, she still dreams of the achingly forbidden specter of her past. Seizing her last chance to understand her longing heart, she returns to the place she first saw Brom and is granted an exquisite night of passion with him before he disappears again.
  Determined not to lose him again, she crosses the boundaries of her world to join him in his, and solidify their love— this time for good.