"God, I know," laughs Olive, "it's a relief just to be done. And..." She pulls a face. "Kind of terrifying at the same time. Next year's my last year, at least of undergrad. So that's a lot." And she's the idiot who decided she needed a double major. And to write grad school applications while planning a wedding.

"I'm trying not to think about it, though, you know? Just, like, enjoy the summer."