Aphrodite raised her eyebrows at her son. He was impulsive and impetuous, but he knew her expectations - and being called something so vulgar and mortal as "mom" was not one of them.
"Well, we need a name," she said. "How about Heavenly Matches, or something like that? It alludes to our celestial origins without overtly disclosing our involvement."
As for success stories, she was at a loss. It had been some time since she had tried her hand at matchmaking: for the longest time, her focus had been solely on herself.
"I suppose I should go out amongst the mortals and get some impromptu matchmaking happening," she mused. "Then, depending on how that goes, I can use those couples as "poster children" for our agency."