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Hey guys! It has come to my attention that i have made a grave error and i am sorry for this. I am basing this off of Christina Dodd's story, In My Wildest Dreams (Not Sabrina), and i have forgotten time and time again to give her credit. I'm sorry. Please enjoy the rest of the story

Never in my wildest dreams

Chapter 4

Kagome had dreamed of this moment every night of her life.

“I have dreamed of this moment,” Inuyasha breathed in her ear.

He’d said just the right thing. They were dancing just the right dance. He was holding her in his manly arms…

His breath tickled her neck. “You waltz like a dream.”

The music entwined them with magic. The air sparkled like the finest champagne. The stars popped out, one by one, brilliant with light, and each and every torch around the veranda burned brightly just for her. She was waltzing with Inuyasha. Inuyasha, the man she’d loved since the time…

“I loved you since I first saw you,” he murmured.

She drew back to look up at him, and she couldn’t help it. She laughed in his face. “The first time you saw me, I was probably a sniveling babe. The first time you noticed me, I was eleven years old.”

“I meant…”

“You meant you loved me since the first time you saw me today.” He looked uncomfortable, and the merriment in her crested. “You don’t remember me at eleven do you?” Dear Inuyasha, he had lived a life of excitement, of glamour. Of course he didn’t remember. She didn’t care. Nothing could ruin this perfect evening.

“You tripped me.”

“No!” he protested. “I could not have been so un-chivalrous.”

“Indeed you could.” She kept her voice low pitched and soft, the way the Count de Rosselin had always instructed. “You were a boy! I was eleven and you were sixteen, and when I fell I tore my best Sunday dress.”

She had Inuyasha Macgregor, the most dashing rogue in England, puzzled and intrigued. She wasn’t ashamed of her past; she wouldn’t let him pretend she was someone she wasn’t. He would accept her as the gardener’s daughter, or not at all. If she’d learned one thing in Paris, it was that a beautiful young woman who held herself in high esteem could have anything she wanted—and Kagome wanted Inuyasha.

“I cried, and you picked me up and hugged me, and carried me to your father’s study.”

Their steps slowed as he listened.

“I was frightened to death of old Mr. Macgregor. But you bravely confessed what you’d done and before Sunday next I had a new gown and my first—and only—infatuation.”

He liked that; his eyes crinkled and his dimple flashed. “You were infatuated with my father?” he teased.

“All Macgregor men are irresistible,” she answered.

“But I am the most irresistible, aren’t I?”

She pretended to think.

He leaned closer. “Aren’t I?”

He was almost kissing her on the dance floor, and such an action would be ruinous. She knew people were already buzzing, wondering who she was. She wouldn’t give them any more ammunition than the truth. So she agreed. “You, Inuyasha, are by far the most irresistible.”

Gathering her close once more, he whirled her in a grand circle.

Over her shoulder, she glimpsed the one Macgregor man who was quite resistible—Sesshoumaru Macgregor, who stood watching them, holding a strawberry and talking to Lady Midoriko.

Well, every dream worth having was worth fighting a few dragons for, and Sesshoumaru Macgregor was a very worthy dragon.

He was the one who had arranged this wretched betrothal which had almost overset Kagome’s plans. Muso had confessed that Sesshoumaru Macgregor had forced Inuyasha into the arms of little Kikyo, a gir who’s only assets were a fortune and a title. A girl Kagome remembered as being awkward and spotted, and as infatuated with Inuyasha as Kagome herself.

Kagome hated her for that.

At first Kagome had thought her dream of marrying Inuyasha had been crushed before it began. Then she remembered the words of the Count de Rosselin. “Kagome, a dream is worth having only if you are willing to fight for it.”

So she would fight. She would use every weapon at her disposal. This time the dream would not fade. She wouldn’t let it. Because of Paris, and Count de Rosselin, and the past four years of loneliness, growing up, and learning how to be the most fascinating woman on the continent. No gentleman as staid and dull as Sesshoumaru Macgregor would stand in her way.

Dancing on her toes to get closer to Inuyasha’s ear, she murmured, “I would relish some champagne. And I would like to drink it in the grand ballroom, while the moonlight glints on the gold leaf and we dance to the distant strains of music.”

Inuyasha drew back in amazement. “You little siren! Did you spy on me in there, too?”

For the grand ballroom, darkened on the night of the garden party, had been where Inuyasha took those other girls. There they danced, and afterward he kissed them. Kagome had watched him through the window, wanting to the girl in his arms.

“The ballroom.” She slipped out of his arms at the edge of the dance floor and drifted into the house, her feet scarcely touching the ground.

Lords and Ladies moved though all the lighted rooms in the house. In t he drawing rooms, the corridor, the library. Dancing, gossiping, eating and drinking. They smelled of perfume and talc, dressed in taffeta and lace, and laughed and cried and bled just like her. She knew most of them, although they didn’t know her. As a child, she had studied them, wanting to be like them so she could be with Inuyasha. Her mother said it was impossible. She said there were the aristocrats, the middle class, and the poor, and never would the lines blur. She said she created misery for herself, and it was true, she had. But in Paris, she had transformed that misery into a possibility and not even Mother’s disapproval could change that.

People glanced her way, discussed her behind their fans, tried to place her among their acquaintances. She didn’t care. She could bear the gossip with Inuyasha’s love to support her.

She could almost hear her practical mothers voice saying, “He doesn’t love ye yet.”

But she had hardly begun to fight.

As she made her way and turned the corner toward the ballroom, the candelabras became few and far between. By use of illumination, the family deliberately encouraged the guests to stay near the veranda, and the dimly lit corridor wound before her.

It didn’t matter. She knew her way around every bit of Sanfeld Hall. During her childhood, she had learned every inch of the eighteenth-century house. It came into the Macgregor family a mere forty years ago, but for her, this had always been home.

Pausing, she looked out a window onto the veranda. Inuyasha stood out there, trapped in an alcove. He couldn’t come to meet her, for he was cornered by Lord and Lady Langhail, and by a girl…a rather handsome girl, tall and pretty, if a little awkward.

Kagome leaned her hands against the windowpanes.

Who was she? She had black hair, each strand shinning in the torch light. Her lips were shaped like a bow, waiting to be kissed. Not a spot was to be seen on her fair complexion. And for her eyes… her eyes were brown and wide, and fixed on Inuyasha in slavish adoration.

Kagome snapped to attention.

It was Lady Kikyo. Her rival. That pretty, soft, sweet-looking female was the girl Kagome would relieve of a husband.

Pressing her hand to her chest, Kagome took a breath.

She wished she hadn’t seen Kikyo. It would have been better if she hadn’t. Then she wouldn’t be feeling this flood of…oh…call it what it was. Guilt. She felt guilty at the thought of hurting Kikyo.

She didn’t know why she should. The girl had everything. A title, a fortune, and two parents who adored her. She never had to work; she certainly didn’t have to stay up late remaking clothing she had accepted from the Ambassadors wife.

But there was something about the expression on her face as s he looked at Inuyasha…as if she really loved him.

Kagome glared through the window. Well, too bad. If someone had to suffer, it might as well be her. Not Kagome. Not now. Not again.

The someone joined the little group, and Kagome glared more fiercely. Sesshoumaru Macgregor. The architect of this whole disaster. He was the only one who deserved to suffer.

Of course, if one were to be fair, one might say Kagome wouldn’t be here now except for his offer of a position. But she didn’t feel like being fair.

He bowed, he spoke, he observed the little group solemnly. For as long as Kagome could remember, he had been the dark, cool, remote Mr. Macgregor, cast in the shadows by the blazingly bright Inuyasha. He was equitable to a fault; none of the servants would hear a cross word about him, for he pensioned their elderly, cared for their sick, and treated each of them with the respect due another human being.

Indeed, Kagome well knew what she owed Mr. Macgregor. It was Mr. Macgregor who had declared she should go to the Distinguished Academy of Governesses to further her education and learn a trade, and Mr. Macgregor, who had paid for the initial cost. She had paid him back for her earliest earnings; Kagome couldn’t bear to think herself any further indebted to the Macgregor family. So when the offer of a job as governess to the Macgregor’s daughters had arrived from Sanfeld Hall, She had been able to decide without feeling undue pressure.

Not that there had ever been any doubt. Inuyasha resided at Sanfeld Hall.

The little group outside the window appeared to be suffering an altercation, with Lord Langhail speaking in a heated manner to Inuyasha while Lady Langhail tugged at one arm. Lady Kikyo tugged at the other while casting anxious glances at her betrothed. Inuyasha looked distracted, glancing at the house as if he wished to be elsewhere-and Kagome knew where that elsewhere was. She wanted him to be there almost as much as she wanted him to end his betrothal right now…

And with a bustle of skirts and an entourage of three footmen carrying covered silver trays, Frau Wieland arrived.

Kagome stared. Old Mr. Macgregor had adored pastry and deserts and had begged Frau Wieland; famous for her strudel, to come from Vienna for a good salary and the promise of the best of the servant’s quarters. She had lorded it over the other servants ever since, and to a one they hated her. Now she waltzed into the middle of a tonparty into the center of a lordly fight and demanded attention. And Mr. Sesshoumaru Macgregor apparently thought she should have it. He gestured for quiet and indicated she should speak.

She did, so loudly that by leaning close to the window and by watching her lips, Kagome could catch a word or so.

“Magnificent new concoction… deserves attention… by invitation… Mr. Macgregor said…”

Frustrated, Kagome put her ear right to the glass in time to hear her trumpet, “I present… la crème moka gateau.”

The footmen whisked the covers away and presented glasses filled with frothy brown, pink and white concoctions.

Mr. Macgregor accepted the first one with an exclamation of pleasure. It appeared he had his father’s weakness for desserts.

By their expressions Lady Midoriko, Lord and Lady Langhail, Kikyo and Inuyasha were as befuddled as Kagome, but they all took a spoon, tasted and nodded. Kikyo nodded with a great deal of enthusiasm, Inuyasha with much less.

By his gestures, Macgregor urged him to eat more. Yielding, Inuyasha ate as rapidly as he could. Clapping Macgregor on the shoulder, he tried to edge away.

Macgregor smiled the kind of smile that raised goosebumps on Kagome’s arms, and glanced toward the window, his gray eyes wickedly amused.

She jumped back.

She didn’t know why. He surely couldn’t see her. The lights were bright outside. No candles glimmered in this part of the house. And she had no reason to hide from Mr. Macgregor. None at all. But for some reason she didn’t want Mr. Macgregor to think she spied on them.

He smiled toward the window, and then moved Kikyo to stand beside Inuyasha.

Kagome fled toward the ballroom.

A/N- Hey people! I’m going to try to update a chapter every day seeing as that they are usually only 5 pages long and seem to be such a success that it seems reasonable. I hope you people enjoyed this chapter!