The glittering charm of Port Charles’ annual charity gala promised elegance and goodwill, but behind the glamour, something far more dangerous simmered. This year’s Nurse’s Ball, usually filled with music, champagne, and charitable intentions, will go down in history for an unforgettable scandal that no one saw coming—least of all Drew Kane.

Drew arrived at the gala with a plan hidden beneath his suave demeanor and crisp tuxedo. In his pocket, he carried a vial labeled “Vitamin B Complex,” but its true contents were far from harmless. Inside was a potent dose of ketamine—his weapon of choice for a twisted vendetta. His targets? None other than Tracy Quartermaine and Nina Reeves.

Tracy, the iron-willed matriarch of the Quartermaine family, had cut Drew out of the family legacy without so much as a blink. Her calculated cruelty and refusal to acknowledge him as a true Quartermaine left deep scars, and tonight, Drew intended to even the score.

Meanwhile, Nina, always a thorn in Drew’s side, had done her best to sabotage his budding relationship with Willow. But even worse—she harbored a scandalous secret. She and Drew had once shared a passionate night together, and she’s used that information to manipulate and intimidate. Tonight, Drew wanted her secrets—and her reputation—exposed under the ballroom’s glittering lights.

With surgical precision, Drew moved through the event, scanning for the right moments to strike. His first target was Tracy. As she stood at the podium, regal as ever, Drew saw the perfect opportunity. Casually slipping the dropper into her champagne glass, he whispered an offer to refresh her drink. A single drop of ketamine slipped into the bubbly, undetected. But just as he prepared to move on to Nina, fate threw a wrench into his plan.

Nina, dressed in a stunning scarlet gown, intercepted him, her eyes flashing with something unreadable—fear, guilt, or suspicion. Drew prepared to act, but suddenly his attention was yanked in another direction.

Lulu Spencer, young and tenacious, had entered the picture. Her growing curiosity about Gio Palmieri’s true parentage had made her a threat to several people that night, including Drew. She was getting close to uncovering secrets not meant to be exposed—specifically, that Gio might be Dante Falconeri’s biological son, a bombshell no one was prepared for.

Drew watched helplessly as a twist of fate intervened. A server, distracted by the fast-paced crowd, mistakenly handed Lulu a glass of water meant for Nina—the same glass laced with the ketamine. Lulu, focused on a tray of macarons, didn’t hesitate. She took the glass and sipped without suspicion. Drew rushed to stop her, but it was too late.

Within moments, the effects began to take hold. Lulu’s expression shifted from cheerful to dazed. Her smile faltered, and her eyes glazed. Then, without warning, she turned toward Lois Cerullo with slurred, fevered intensity.

“Oh Lois,” Lulu began, her voice loud enough to draw the entire room’s attention. “Do you remember the adoption agency you used back in the ’80s? The one that mysteriously shut down in ’87? That was the year you lied—to Brooklyn, to Dante, to everyone. You didn’t want anyone to know Gio’s truth. That he was passed through an agency with no records. And now I know… I’ve done a DNA test. Dante’s saliva. Gio’s hair. The results are coming.”

Gasps rippled through the ballroom. Lois turned pale, visibly shaken. “Lulu, what are you saying?” she whispered, horrified.

But Lulu wasn’t finished. Her drug-fueled confession turned into a torrent of truth-telling. She pointed at Brooklyn, at Dante, at everyone who had kept the secret buried. Her voice trembled, but her words rang with clarity—a clarity that only comes from complete loss of inhibition.

Chaos ensued. Guests turned in shock, whispers breaking out like wildfire. Tracy’s cold composure cracked, her instincts flaring as she processed the magnitude of what had just been said. Meanwhile, Drew stood frozen, horrified by the chain reaction he had unintentionally set off.

His carefully planned revenge had spiraled out of control.

Instead of watching his enemies fall one by one, Drew had unleashed a domino effect of secrets and betrayals. Lulu’s confession threatened not just Lois’s reputation, but the stability of Dante and Brooklyn’s entire family. Worse yet, it put Drew in a perilous position—if anyone discovered he was the source of the drug, everything could blow back on him.

Lois rushed to Lulu’s side, trying to calm her. “You’re not yourself,” she pleaded. But Lulu, eyes wild, barely heard her. Across the room, Dante approached, his law enforcement instincts kicking in. His eyes narrowed at the scene in front of him—his former love clearly under the influence, spilling secrets that could destroy lives.

The gala, meant to be a celebration of hope and healing, had become a battlefield of lies and revelations.

As paramedics were called and whispers turned to confrontations, Drew was left reeling. What began as a personal vendetta now threatened to unravel multiple families. With the truth now out in the open, there’s no telling how far the fallout will go.

Stay tuned, because in Port Charles, no secret stays buried forever—and this one just exploded under the chandelier lights.