But she did not smile or meet anyone's eyes.

She smiled and dried her eyes again with the shredded tissue.

Nicholas had not smiled or taken his eyes from Isabella's face.

This time when he smiled his eyes came alive, too.

She smiled back at him, her eyes deep and heavy.

She smiled, her eyes on the pack he held in his hand.

When she smiled her blue eyes didn't lose their stoniness.

He smiled, his brown eyes full of gold light for just an instant.

"Another three weeks and she'll be ready for sea," the chief of the workers now smiled, her strikingly blue eyes meeting mine.

She smiled, her dark eyes bottomless, like she'd seen everything in the world at least once.