She was looking pleased. Some part of her life had turned out better than she'd hoped. Watching her, I felt a glow or warmth within, as if her happiness was contagious in all the right ways.
I'm glad you're looking pleased, my God, after everything you've been through, you deserve happiness.
I hadn't seen her looking pleased for a while, there had been some demon of self doubt troubling her for a while. Yet in its place had come a confidence that elevated her and had taken her to a happier place.
The was a pleased look in his eye, as if some element of internal peace had alighted within him and begun to sing.
She was looking pleased, a soft sense of happiness had made itself at home in her features.
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