"What's wrong?" Jane turned her head and saw that Mabel's expression was off. She was even swaying, so Jane frowned and asked, "Are you okay? Is the alcohol kicking in!?"
As she spoke, Jane picked up the nearby bottle of red wine and noticed that the alcohol content was as high as sixty percent—it seemed like it packed quite a punch!
"I'm fine..." Mabel indeed felt a bit tipsy, so she wasn't sure if she had misheard something earlier. She asked, "What did you just say? Grand General White!?"
"Huh?" Jane didn't react immediately, but after a moment she nodded, "Oh, yeah, I was calling him, the pretend boyfriend!"
What!? Upon hearing this, Mabel's face turned pale. She immediately knew who Jane meant by Grand General White. Looking across all of New York, even all of America, how many generals with the last name White could there be!? It must be someone from the White Family, right?
