Isabella is disgusted with what happened

In the morning you wake up before the girls. You make breakfast and by the time it's ready they have begun to stir so you deliver them some breakfast in bed.

"So about last night..." you start.

"Can we just never talk about it?" Isabella asks.

"But it was a lot fun," Emma says.

"No offense Emma, but that was the most disgusting thing I've ever done."

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself, Isabella" you say smiling.

"I said I don't want to talk about it," Isabella says more firmly, locking eyes with you. "I need to get home to my boyfriend now." She stands up and starts looking for her clothing.

"Not so fast, at least finish your breakfast." You put a hand on her shoulder to get her to stop scrambling.

"No, John, I'm going to leave." She looks angry and disgusted with herself. "And don't touch me."

"Now, now. We know you haven't always felt that way." You get closer, inches apart.