DISCLAIMERS
(Sorry it's a lot I know)
1. I do not own the characters they belong to DreamWorks or Sophie Kinsella's book
2.The story's premise is inspired/loosely follows Sophie Kinsella's book I've Got Your Number.
3. This is a KALLURA fanfic. If you don't ship it I respect that. I'm a multishipper just trying to have a good time and write some cheesy fanfic.
4. Also this is an AU Fanfic so I'm not working with the Voltron Canon. I ain't touching that mess. So the characters may be a bit OOC
Chapter 1: The Incident
Allura Arus, is a good person at least she hope she is. Yet why do bad things always seem to happen to her? The young pediatrician kept asking herself as she looked around the banquet hall like a mmadman. She had lost the one thing she wasn't supposed to lose, her engagement ring. The Daibazaals are going to kill her if she doesn't off herself first. She was still a bit buzzed from all the glasses of champagne she had at the party. Her bachelorette party had been a blast before the hotel's fire alarm went off. Her friends had been begging to try on her ring. She had reluctantly let them knowing they were only pestering her. She was pretty sure Lance had been the last one to try on the ring or was it Nyma? Those two in particular had been staring at her ring like hawks.
She couldn't blame them she'd be gawking too if they had her ring. An heirloom passed down in Lotor's family. He had to get permission to access the family vault to get it. A 12 carat diamond and 24 karat gold wasn't cheap. Allura grew pale as she stopped her search efforts. Yes Nyma had tried on her ring before the alarm had gone off. Though she had claimed she had given it back to her before they had to evacuate. Allura didn't really trust her wedding planner. She only agreed to hire Nyma since she was a friend of Lotor and his family. She carged too much for what she felt wasn't much. Allura had to constantly remind Nyma to do things and when she finally did them she never stopped talking about it. Allura hated it but she loved Lotor so she bared with it.
She resumed her search leaving no napkin unturned or piece of carpet untouched. The cleaning staff looked at her with pitty at her plight. "Miss, I'm sorry about your ring but I need to vacuum the floor now." The older woman said softly with vacuum in hand. Allura's face flushed with embarrassment as she gently nods her head. "I-I'm sorry I just really need to find my ring." Allura said apologetically as the woman began to work on the carpet. "Just go to the lobby dear if we find anything the manager will call you just don't forget to give him your number." The woman called out before she turned on the vacuum. "Thank you!" Allura called out over her shoulder before rushing to the lobby.
After giving her number to the manager she made her way out of the hotel. The cell service was horrendous and a part of her was hoping one of her friends had called her to tell her they found her ring. She held her phone out hoping to get some better signal. A look of relief graced her face once she saw that her phone had an actual bar. Before she could check her voicemail she felt a gust of wind hit her and her hand lacking her precious device. In that moment Allura realized she had been robbed. Her phone was being spirited away by a cyclist in a hoody. All Allura could say was, "Quiznak."