Zach wasn't fully aware of Rosie's lingering feelings, but he did clue in to the constant awkwardness that bubbled up when the two of them seemed to be left alone. It had been nineteen years since Rosie and Hugo were wed. Nineteen long years for his yearning to fade into a faint echo. Every time he looked at her, he was reminded of what could have been, but he knew it could never be. Nor did he want it. Not anymore. Zach had started to realize what he felt for Rosie wasn't love. His heart felt that for someone else, or, well, he wasn't fully cognizant of that fact, yet.

"And yours. I will let you know how it goes with mother and father. Though, I think you'll likely hear about it from mother before it comes from me." He smiled at her, and nodded. "Until next time." With that, he turned and headed for the door.