Rhode’s P.O.V.
"Cheveux?"
"Yeah, it's French for hair," I explain, tallying up my points from the Scrabble board.
"Rhode, for the last time, no foreign words," my mum sighs with a grin on her face.
"Just trying to open up the board and give you more options, you're struggling a little bit," I tease her. My game has increased significantly in the four days that I've been here. The first day it was kind of hard to concentrate, but a couple of calls with Ambrose assured me that everything was under control regarding my hotels. I'm actually quite enjoying my break. Maybe I should employ more people to do my day-to-day stuff.
"Feel like going for a walk after this?" Mum says, changing the subject from the game in front of us.
"Sure," I shrug, taking a look outside the window facing the front garden. It hasn't snowed for a few days, and I'm not sure it will snow again until next winter.
"Or now? I completely give up," she sighs with a smile as she turns her letter tiles towards me. An X, E, P, A, T, and a Y. She totally could have done something with it, but I don't think her heart's in it.