Katherine Kennedy Wore Her Mother’s Gown at Her Winter Wedding

Grant Allen didn’t know a lot about Katherine Kennedy when they met among friends during a snowstorm at Old Glory, a bar in Georgetown. But he knew she was attractive, funny, and that he didn’t want her to head home. “Grant said he would donate $10 to the charity of my choice for every drink I stayed to have with him,” says Katherine, a philanthropist and marketing and communications director. “We wrote a contract on a napkin.”

Grant assumed it would take a while to get the girl—they struck up a friendship, but Katherine was hesitant to start a relationship. “She was a force to be reckoned with,” says Grant, a venture capitalist. “But I was in awe of this gorgeous globetrotter, who could also dominate conversations with my inner nerd.” After going out “as friends” several times, Grant finally sat Katherine down and explained that he was, indeed, romantically interested; the rest is history. “He was perfect for me,” says Katherine of how they ultimately gelled.

For their winter nuptials, Katherine wore her mother’s wedding dress, and the couple exchanged vows at the same altar Grant’s grandparents wed in front of 75 years before. Katherine wrote each guest a thank-you note on their escort card, “a thoughtful touch,” Grant says, “that only my wife would think to do.”