"There is much about me you wouldn't guess," John said, actually meeting her gaze and holding it. She was angry, that much was clear. She was hurt and wary, and fair enough. Now that he was calmer, he saw that his attitude towards Richard had frightened her, and he'd been wholely out of line in his reaction. He wanted to say, I still love you and I didn't realise until just now, but he couldn't, with the people around them making him hold his tongue.
Marissa giggled at him, making some comment about how she'd like to find things out, and she wanted to introduce him to everyone. He sighed internally, wanting to go home, but deciding he had to play nice and go along with her. She dragged him away, only giving him time for another bow of the head to Isabelle and a curt nod to Scott.
Later, he managed to escape her clutches, and went to the bar, to order something a little stronger than wine. He'd need it. He wanted to see if he'd have another chance to talk to Isabelle without Scott's presence. He had the deluded notion that he could tell her he wasn't like that any more, and maybe then she wouldn't look back at their time together with such disgust.