The REAL Legend of Colleen

After faking her death Colleen realized for the first time in her life she actually got to make her own decisions. No Church, no dad, no nuns or priests constantly reminding her of her "duty" or her "obligations". She was free.

So naturally her first stop was a bar.

Some time later she woke up in a hotel room.
Her head was throbbing, and she had no idea how she'd gotten there. As she looked around she heard the shower running. A man's tuxedo lay across the end of the bed. Puddled on the floor next to the bed was an evening gown. It was then Colleen looked down at herself. She was wearing a satin negligee' that felt very expensive, but more than that, on her finger she was wearing a huge diamond ring and an even bigger diamond wedding band.

The shower stopped and a tall dark man walked into the room.

"Ah darling you're awake" he spoke with a thick Italian accent "Shall I ring for breakfast?"

"Who, when, where?" was all Colleen could get out

The man laughed, "Oh my angel, you never cease to amaze me."

He walked into the outer room as Colleen spotted an official looking piece of paper laying on the bedside table. She picked it up. It was in Italian but Colleen could still make out that it was a marriage license.

"Colleen Brady and Constantine Alamain" she says the words out loud as if she can't believe it herself. Married? But how? When?
A flood of memories suddenly start coming back to her. She remembers traveling with a group of gypsies from the pub in Ireland to the south of France.

After a night of revelry and dancing she remembered meeting this man she thought at first, must be a prince. He was tall, handsome, wealthy, and for some reason completely taken with her.

She remembered shopping, modeling outfit after outfit while he smiled and kept telling her to try another. Each dress was more richly appointed and expensive than the last. But money was no object. His love would have the best.

After the shops of Paris, it was on to Monte Carlo. Colleen remembered the casinos and the grand ballrooms. At once point she vaguely recalled meeting a Prince who told Constantine he was pleased with his choice.

After that it was on to one gala or ball after another. Colleen couldn't remember dancing so much in her entire life. Every night she wore a different gown, every day Constantine would give her another gift. Jewels, trinkets, perfume, flowers.

The memories came faster and faster to her. She remembered a moonlight night on a balcony. The sound of the ocean pounding on the rocks below. Constantine holding her and telling her she was unlike any other woman he had ever met and he couldn't imagine his life without her.

It was then he turned her around and presented her with the ring she was now wearing. Down on one knee, the soft breezes blowing his hair, his smile, Colleen was overwhelmed and said yes.

The wedding itself was a quick affair in a small church, Colleen remembered insisting on being married in the church. A little old priest smiling as he gave them the sacrament, and blessed their union. Afterwards he remembered him blessing them even more after Constantine gave him a large bundle of money saying it was a donation for the orphans.

The sound of Constantine's voice brought her back to the present.
"Darling, as wonderful as it would be to stay in bed with you all day long, we must be going. We are to meet my brother Leopold and his wife Philomena tomorrow night. They will love you so. Oh and they will be announcing they are expecting a child. I know my brother will tease me about that. But I have a feeling it won't be long before we will be making our own announcement will it my dear?"

"Umm no, it won't" Colleen blushed at the thought of having a baby

"So hurry darling, we must be ready to leave. We are sailing on the Andrea Doria tonight."

Colleen got out of bed and decided that maybe she had made the right decision, when she left Ireland. This may be what she was destined for her entire life.