She was no worse for the wear and living with 7 dwarfs all these past years hadn't aged her pre-maturely. She had avoided the life shortening curse of working under ground in favor of household management. And outside of a scrape with a bad apple followed by a short and lurid affair with a drip of a prince her life, although mundane, wasn't too bad.
She was still a specimen of good health after the last dwarf died leaving her with all the assets and plenty of living left to venture.
She sold the mine, took the proceeds and moved to the Keys. She enjoyed her days basking in the sun and absorbing the stares and passions of rich middle aged men who dreamed of owning her charms. She was free and she would remain that way as long as the money didn't run out. A late start for sure but just the same, life smiled back.