She's more fun than Victoire, with her green eyes that sparkle with mischief. She's more laid-back, too. She doesn't care what other people think of her. The worst thing about her, of all these, is that Teddy likes her better.
Victoire always knew, deep down. Even when Teddy was with her, she knew. And it was only now, as they sat across from each other that she realised that he really did prefer her sister. They look so happy but her heart is silently breaking as they tell her. And after a moment of silence she manages to say 'Congratulations.' but she doesn't really care anymore.
She dances like she hasn't a care in the world. Her hair curls and twists spontaneously around her face. She's fun, and Victoire? She isn't.
They smile at her and exchange a little glance, filled with happiness and anticipation, and she watches and feels her heart sink. Dom starts telling her some rubbish about soulmates, and she doesn't notice the way Vic is looking at Teddy, or the sad little smile he flashes back. She doesn't notice the way his hair is no longer a deep brunette, but a faint mouse instead. She doesn't see the single tear that slips down Victoire's cheek, before she collects herself and plasters a smile on her face. She doesn't see that Teddy flinches slightly when she kisses him, or that his eyes aren't quite shut.
So on that day that they tell her she knows that this will happen, and as she feels her heart break she knows that it isn't what Dominique is. It's what she isn't.
A/N: this is for the we're in a relationship challenge. I am a Teddy/Victoire shipper, but I couldn't resist writing such an angry fic! Anyway, I hope you liked it and review if you can spare the time! It means the world to me that you do! X