Twinkle: Escort or Trust Beneficiary?

There's a certain trust company in town that Mr. Twinks does business with, and they recently invited us to hear the Israel Philharmonic. There was a reception before the concert, and it was filled with exactly the demographic you'd expect: lots of olds, and a couple of younger types in ascots.

There was one notable exception. 

The first thing I noticed about her was her professional and severely over-sprayed up-do. Her dress was a little too cocktail-y and it had sparkles. She clearly is not someone who understands fashion nuance, because if any of us went to the orchestra on a Tuesday night, we would know how to dress on point. We'd wear a casual cocktail dress (not the sparkly kind) or a nice suit if we were coming from work. Normal hair, because we wouldn't want it to look like we went to the trouble of getting a professional up-do for this. The event is special, so we'd want to look like we put a little thought or effort into an outfit, but not too much thought or effort, because after all the orchestra on a Tuesday night is not the Speed ball. We'd be dressy, yes. But not too dressy, because too dressy means we'd be trying too hard. And this person was.

The next thing I noticed about her was her elaborate leg tattoos. At first I thought they were those awful coloful-patterned leggings, but I was right next to her in the buffet line and they were definitely tats.

The third thing I noticed was that she was returning to the buffet line for seconds or thirds and lingering a little too long in front of the meatball chafing dish (not that I wasn't discreetly sneaking a meatball every now and then, too...so no judgment there). But she was a little too excited about the food and didn't know how to be cool about it.

I think we can all agree that the above evidence points to one obvious fact: this was a Pretty Woman situation.

I discreetly pointed her out to Mr. Twinks, who immediately said with disgust, "That's what happens to trust beneficiaries," and I was like, "No way." Mr. Twinks insisted that the older man she was with was her grandfather and not her most generous client (as he so clearly was). The main reason Mr. Twinkle was wrong on this is that she was trying way too hard. If it were her grandfather, she'd be in normal street clothes with normal hair. No one gets a professional up-do and puts on a too-sparkly cocktail dress to go to the orchestra with her grandfather on a Tuesday. I'm sorry. And if she were really the spoiled trust beneficiary that Mr. Twinks was trying to make her out to be, she probably wouldn't have cared enough to show up at all, much less get an up-do.

Am I reading way too much into this up-do? What do y'all think?