Vic was supposed to be the perfect veela, you know.
Stolen all her Maman's looks. Those blue eyes and that blonde hair and the way all the little boys already had her picked out as their bride, always fighting over her. She was the oldest, she was smartest, she was the prettiest.
(The prettiest girl in Ravenclaw and the first Weasley to be sorted out of Gryffindor. Never was her father so proud of her)
Victorire knew her the way her mother eyed Teddy that she didn't approve. But Teddy was her crush, he's going to be her best friend, her first everything. And then she got caught kissing him and everything went to hell and Teddy just wasn't there anymore.
(Not to mention the whole Teddy&Lily fiasco that went over a few years ago- Vic still knows they look at her with pity, as if she wasn't over Teddy and he was the only one; please, she was Victoire Weasley)
Eventually, Maman got a little too over protective and Daddy was sick, Dom and Lou were already grown and Vic ran away to no man's land, safely in America where no one knew of the Weasleys.
(Not counting the few stray fanboys of her Uncle Ron, but there weren't much)
She fell in love with a muggle and never told her mother until she was married and had a baby girl on the way. Vic knew her mother would never forgive her, but she had Dom to expierance those things and besides, Daddy knew everything.
Vic was always a daddy's girl, you know.