Some people are born with self-confidence, while others derive theirs from their family background or innate conditions.
In the case of George River, he probably had an equal measure of both.
He was overly confident, believing there wasn't a woman by his side who wouldn't love him. His thought processes were a maze full of pits, no matter how winding or convoluted, in the end, everything would lead back to himself, narcissistic and conceited.
But when he realized that this wasn't the case, panic set in. Feelings once spurned due to unequal statuses now seemed like the fondest of memories to him.
Even a love at sixty could be stirred to a feverish ninety.
George River looked up at her, the light above glaringly bright, casting a chill and distance upon her, yet the smile melting in her eyes was so beautiful it was mesmerizing.
