Ponderalla was petrified by the news, probably because she had nowhere to go, not because she loved the Prince. Her stepmother and sisters were of course very happy, they were finally free. They went back to their house, bringing Ponderalla along. She went almost willingly, knowing her days would be like hell.
Unsurprisingly, they had her to do chores and everything else. It was they this time, not only the stepmother. Her stepsisters had joined in torturing her, as they realized Ponderalla’s true colours. As day goes by, nothing much changes. It was very much the same as the beginning, only that she had no one to help her. Ponderalla brought this upon herself.