You know of our sneaking suspicions of how the Disney machine has expedited the maturation plan for Bella Thorne in the wake of the loss of all their other teen machine heartthrobs.
Now the supposed teen who jet sets on her own, hits the town without the boring grownups, and stays in hotels with her boyfriend, is doing the designer fashion and upscale New York model actress thing in the Big Apple, walking up and down the grand boulevards of Manhattan in her cool shades and designer nightclub dress. And she's getting hella attention from press, media, and the public. Which I suppose is all part of the plan.
So I guess I'm a dupe. I've been called worse. Enjoy.