It was a beautiful smile that caused Dean to wonder what life the young girl had left behind.
He pointed with a smile to a turreted nunnery, and his eyes narrowed and gleamed.
His eyes reflected disappointment, but the smile plastered on his darkly handsome face never faltered.
Cynthia rewarded him with a hundred dollar smile as he looked at the label on the package.
She forced a wry smile and each word of her response dripped with sarcasm.
In this lady he had found a sitter whose face and smile possessed in a singular degree the haunting, enigmatic charm in which he delighted.
His mouth twisted in that wry smile again.
Nicholas sat leaning slightly forward in an armchair, bending closely over the blonde lady and paying her mythological compliments with a smile that never left his face.
She raised on an elbow, a broad smile growing across her face.
A stunning man with a large smile dressed in white stood a few feet away, his brown hair ruffled by the sea breeze.