a sequel to four weddings and a funeral
In which our protagonist plans and hosts a surprise double baby shower, attends a birthday party, and unexpectedly (as these things usually are) attends a funeral, all oddly correctly sequential, all within a 72-hour span of time. Then, because she is too tired to really contemplate the fact that she witnessed the circle of life in a weekend, so she has a cocktail and starts cooking, instead.
No romantic love story, though. Just the reality of my life.