“The necklace we are after is called the Wild Heart," Jack said. "It last sold at auction in November 2015 for $25 million. It features twenty-six oval-shaped flawless pink diamonds and a forty-carat heart-shaped pink diamond. Each diamond is enhanced by a cluster of oval-shaped green marquise emeralds supposedly crafted to resemble the leaves of the phalaenopsis orchid, but which in fact are more like dendrobiums that produce leaves that are opposite one another. The diamonds and emeralds are strategically placed to create a floral effect that makes the necklace resemble Orchidaceae. The gems are set in eighteen-carat white gold and precious platinum."
"He likes plants," I explained when I saw a few blank stares. "We met in the hellebore."
"It wasn't as romantic as it sounds," Jack said. "She trampled it underfoot like a herd of elephants. I had to go back the next night to repair the damage."
"I wasn't trying to make it sound romantic." I heaved a sigh. "I was explaining how I knew that you liked plants."
"They probably understood when you said, 'He likes plants.'" Jack's gaze drifted to Cristian. "At least some of them.”