If only these clothes could talk, the stories they could tell . . . That’s the thought that crossed the mind at Anna Molinari’s Blumarine show. There certainly seemed to be some fabulously twisted and over-the-top tale brewing behind the scenes (or maybe more accurately behind the seams), a kind of potboiler saga in which innocence is lost, beauty is kept, and richer-than–Croesus wealth is amassed along the way, maybe by the time our heroine is on her third marriage.