I have never been inclined to read novels from the romance genre. Probably 15yrs since I last read one.
I happened to pick up one randomly the other day. Not that the ending was surprising, but it was thought provoking indeed.
Lady Jenny loved her art, and wanted to travel the world in pursuit of it. Even though she had fallen in love. By the end of the story, she had realised how foolish she was to give up the man she love for her dream.
So... Love or dream?
Perhaps the luckiest is finding someone whom you love and supports your dream.
