They can tease each other mercilessly, compete over everything from elaborate cons to who makes the better tea, and turn an entire ballroom into a battlefield of witty insults.

But they also know when to stop.

They know when the other needs room to breathe.

And they know that beneath all the aliases, clever lies, and ridiculous theatrics, there's a real person who doesn't have to earn the right to be cared for.

Felix doesn't have to become less Felix to be loved by Vivienne. And Vivienne doesn't have to surrender her independence to be loved by Felix.

They simply get to choose each other.

Even if Felix will spend the rest of his life insisting that Fefe is a perfectly dreadful nickname.

And even if Vivienne continues using it because she loves him.

Especially because she loves him.