Spectral and eerie, at night especially, Cumberland still possessed its pre–Civil War colonialism; populated by anonymous titans of industry, Cumberland’s residents still talk about the slaves who had toiled on the island and farmed it as “lucky.” Well treated. Whipped only when they really deserved it. Cumberland did not augur well for this marriage. The night before, at the candlelit rehearsal dinner on the porch of the old Carnegie mansion, Carolyn wore a custom slinky pale-pink number handmade by one of her best friends at Calvin, Narciso Rodriguez, who had also designed her wedding dress.
